Sunday, December 9, 2018

A Harbor (Day 690)

A dense breeze sifts pale waves of fog, 
bringing the distant closer, larger

fringed by trees, a harbor—forested 
with masts that lean against the gale 
like the creaking tips of blue-green firs 

—boats anchored, like us, to mark 
their place among these giant redwoods 
slowly, silently soaring 
toward the sun

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: JJensen/Pexels